One busy day, I was trying to get my boys to their computer classes on time when we realized that we couldn’t find one of their textbooks nor the house key. More frayed nerves and frantic running around. In the midst of it all, my phone beeped. It was a text message from a number I didn’t recognize, and I was taken by surprise by what I read:

“I cannot change your past and I cannot promise you a future, but I can assure you of my love and support in whatever you might endeavor. I hope you have a great day!” No name.

I couldn’t help but smile and chuckle. It seemed like one of those “mistakes” Jesus often orchestrates to get my mind off my problems and onto His love for me.

“Thank you for your encouragement,” I replied. “However, I should let you know that you’ve got the wrong number. Please don’t feel bad about it—you made my day.”

My phone beeped again. “Oh, it was actually for you! This is my new number, and I just wanted to make sure you know how I feel about you.” It was a friend of mine, the mother of one of my English students. Now I was even more surprised, and as soon as I dropped my boys off, I had to call her back and thank her for her care and thoughtfulness.

The rest of the day followed its normal course, but I definitely had more of a spring in my step. This happy incident got me thinking: Since my husband passed away and I was left to raise our four children on my own, I’ve tried to go out of my way to make sure I don’t burden anyone. Yet there are people who don’t want to intrude but who would be happy to be there for me when I need them. Why didn’t I consider for even a moment that this message of appreciation could have been intended for me in the first place? Why was it so hard to believe that the God I know so well would bring special people my way who are more than happy to help me?

I didn’t want to let this lesson pass, so I made sure to let it sink in. I think I am better for it.